[opening skit: ice-t impersonating his player haters] yo n*gg*, where was you at last night? – talk n*gg*! yo n*gg*, we was up in that club n*gg*, them syndicate n*gg*z turned that sh*t off n*gg*, f*ck them b*tch *ss n*gg*z yeah, them n*gg*z got money, n*gg* f*ck all them syndicate n*gg*z, them n*gg*z ain’t sh*t yeah! motherf*ckers think they make sh*t cause them motherf*ckers got a little bit of money and sh*t true, man f*ck that b*tch-*ss yellow-n*gg* ice-t too i don’t like that n*gg* n*gg* had no motherf*cking father, f*ck him! f*ck them n*gg*z, right? n*gg*z don’t wanna see me, wanna see my motherf*cking.. [screeching tires] yo, what the f*ck is that?… [gun shots]

[verse 1: l.p.] now, n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* please i scratch emcees like dog scratch flees grease, your compet*tion, never finishing indo keep me high and i’m always on a mission when it comes to kick it, awww i get the lowest bang like george foreman, kick *ss like chuck norris only f*cking winner with these fools selling gucci whispering mc h, just like crispy down with cooci so those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks come get this lyrical *ss whipping that’s gonna last for weeks we got grease, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats n*gg*z that’ll do you’ll leave you dead in the street recognize through this, this is how we do this barrel to your motherf*cking back oozes [gun shot] it’s your lyrical rock syndicate killer, and f*ck all n*gg*z

[chorus: powerlord jel] now you wanna f*ck with us, cause you recognize game you recognize real motherf*cker syndicate forever, posse of the clever – [ice-t] now you wanna f*ck with us, cause you recognize game you recognize some real motherf*cker syndicate forever, posse of the clever – [ice-t]

[verse 2: hot dolla] the rhyme syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why cause we’re locs that’s always on a ho-ride if you hear me, then i know you know that danger i sn*tch mics from emcees, i move around with anger behavior of the maniac, that’s all i’ve had in me bombs’ll get brutal when i lock my mind, it’s empty simply i’m in this, but gangster found that genus the one last murderer that never served the sentence wise up than an asian, that’s holding to his books i love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook now i’m much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed i wanna get hex and b*tches f*ck with my set don’t let 95 patty, produce it like a he*rs* these such f*cking little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man f*ck you motherf*ckers, you ain’t sh*t, you ain’t crazy cause rhyme syndicate be doing dirt on the daily

[chorus: powerlord jel]

[verse 3: powerlord jel] can i be destroyed? like roy with two n*gg*z long enough now, i’m strong enough, to bust out handcuffs return of the rough, and rugged, so f*ck it! rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets it’s a fact that i be busting, fools l*sting throwing fools away like wind dusting hand rushing, like head hunters, so i hunt heads leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what i said it’s the syndicate, i yelled from the day we call eternity picture of all busters who ain’t heard of it i’m burning it with dealers, killers cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers cool like the chin chilla, living in a villa so n*gg* p*ss the nillas and let me take you back to the days of crokersacs and cadillacs when n*gg*z broke their backs on the street to make ends meet we roll deep; in a late night hour on the..